The pseudo-monk rolled his eyes before getting up
and walking upstairs.'The hell I'm
going to do something as stupid as karaoke.Let the bakasaru and company go make a fool of
themselves.'Grabbing a paper on the way up, Sanzo made his way to the small room he
was sharing with Gojyo.'Fucking Hakkai,
making me room with the erogappa.He stood the smoke before, what the hell
makes tonight such a special night?'

Hakkai shrugged at the rest of the ikkou and smiled."Well, shall we?"The
remainder of the group followed him into the lounge, where there was a woman
singing (Hakkai used that term loosely) a Steve Miller song up at the front of
the room.Goku grabbed Hakkai's hand and
dragged him to the book of songs.While
they looked, trying to decide what Goku would sing, Gojyo hailed the bartender
and ordered up a couple of beers for himself and Hakkai, and a soda for the
monkey.

About 10 drinks (and 5 songs) later, Gojyo was
waxing poetic (if you could call it poetic) about how "fucking Sanzo never
joins us, and why does Mr. High n' Mighty Prissy Monkface
always act like he's above us.Hakkai,
where are my keys?I'm driving
home!"

As Gojyo stumbled upstairs to his shared room, he
began to consider that all Sanzo might need is a good, long, hard shag to
loosen up.By the time he got up to the
room, he was so fixated on melting the ice queen that he didn't pay much
attention to how loud he was being, nor did he let his brain process the
thoughts going through it before he leapt.

Grabbing Sanzo's gun off of the nightstand, he ran
the muzzle of the revolver down the monk's cheek and over his lips."What the...",
Sanzo choked out before he heard the hammer click."I wouldn't say a damned thing if I were
you, Princess."The redhead turned
on the bedside lamp and smirked down at Sanzo."It looks as if I have the upper hand right now.Strip for me.Do it slowly, like you actually want to turn me
on."

Raising an eyebrow, Sanzo nearly laughed in the
kappa's face, opting instead to spit in it.Gojyo wiped his face and, glaring down at the monk, shoved the gun up to
Sanzo's throat with one hand, while with the other he grabbed his collar and
met Sanzo's nearing lips with his.Not
quite kissing the monk, Gojyo murmured into Sanzo's lips, "You just made a
big mistake, Princess.Hands over your head, now."

Keeping the now-mortified priest's hands over his
head with the mere suggestion of a gunshot, the redhead leaned over the side of
the bed and reached underneath, fetching the Maten Sutra.The kappa carefully wound the scrolls around
Sanzo's wrists, ever cautious not to rend the parchment nor
the skin.He then motioned for the blond
to hold on to the bedframe.

Gojyo, still keeping the Smith & Wesson trained
on the clergyman, raised the silk, black, sleeveless tunic off of Sanzo's
waist, baring his stomach.He lowered
his head to the alabaster skin and started to kiss his stomach, lightly nipping
with his teeth.Gojyo moved his lips
upwards on Sanzo's body, moving the silk further up, exposing more of the prone
man's supple chest.The redhead sighed
against said chest and fixated his lips on one protruding nipple.Despite himself, Sanzo moaned, writhing slightly.At the hint his prey's arousal, Gojyo grinned
as wide as a Cheshire Cat.

"So...seems someone's enjoying this more than
he previously let on?"Gojyo ran
his free hand down the sexy blonde's hip as Sanzo unwittingly pressed upwards
into the redhead's touch.Sanzo's jeans
magically came undone and somehow wound up around his ankles, where Gojyo
kicked them away."You priestly
slut, you're leaking like a nursing mama!Mmm, and I'm quite hungry."Gojyo lowered his mouth to Sanzo's rock-hard
sex, and encased it in warmth, swirling his tongue around the salty-sweet tip,
sending electric currents throughout the marbled body.

As Gojyo continued to suckle and feast, Sanzo
barely heard a bottle top being opened.All of a sudden, he felt something cold and hard pressing against his
entrance, but he was already too far gone to stop it.Instead, he moved against the near-intrusion,
causing it to stretch him slightly.Upon
hearing the hammer being uncocked and the safety
being latched, the priest realized what it was and he jumped a bit.He felt a bit of a hum on his dick as Gojyo
mouthed something that sounded like, "no nono".In a fit of ecstasy at the sensation, Sanzo
thrashed his head back and let out a loud groan, letting the redhead know that
he was damned close.

"Ungh, gods, Gojyo...AGH!"Gojyo smirked and moaned around Sanzo's cock,
shoving the revolver in and out of His Holiness' ass, hitting Sanzo's prostate
over and over again until the monk cried out uncontrollably and came hard in
Gojyo's mouth.The redhead licked up
every last drop of the salty treat, then moved up the priest's flushed body and
touched his lips to Sanzo's, giving him the taste of his own nectar.Sanzo kissed him back, tasting himself, and
then promptly passed out.

When Sanzo came to, he was sitting on the bathroom
floor.His gun was halfway up his ass,
and there was a bottle of lube sitting next to him, top opened, on its side, slighty spilled.Blushing red, he hoped no one had heard him in his further descent into
depravity.Removing the revolver, he wet
down a washcloth and cleaned all evidence off of it and the floor, then he
cleaned himself and doffed his jeans, leaving the top
button open.He closed up the clear
bottle and shoved it in his pocket, then quietly turned off the light, unlocked
the door, and walked out of the bathroom.The moon was shining its light into the window, the glow falling on the
nearest bed, where Gojyo lay sprawled out in a drunken stupor.

As he lit a Marlboro and inhaled its contents, he
gazed at the lovely kappa, knowing his fantasy would likely never be realized,
but still hoping, just the same.